I dont’t know if I was brave ot didn’t want the day to end but several years back while visiting A nudist club in North Georgia which I was a member I had stayed till the sun had gone down, I headed down the hill and was getting my clothes from the back of my van and stopped,I relized I still did’t want the day to end and threw my clothes back into the van and got behind the steering wheel naked and headed for the gate.I made it to the main highway when I relized I was still naked and had sixty miles to go and had to pass through three towns and several red lights before I was home.I rolled down my windows and enjoyed the summer breeze,passing through the first town and than reaching the second town was easy until I stopped for the red light I looked back and saw the police car also joining me at the light,the light changed and I was again on my way,a little bit nervous but it didn’t last especially after the police car turned after a couple streets.Soon I arrived in my driveway where I exited my van retrived my unused clothes and headed inside hoping not to shock the neighbors what a rush how alive I felt.I only done that once and I don’t know why I did’nt do it more often.maybe soon !
Being a nudist weather at a nudist beach or club or even at home will keep you young and alive,it doesn’t matter weather you are young or old skinny or fat tall or short enjoy yourself be nude be naked be alive….

HI, my name is Jennifer and I would like to tell you about how I discovered one of the most amazing things ever. This is how I discovered that nude beaches are just incredibly sexy and that it is the most teasing experience that you can possibly have, if you are a girl that is. It all started about three years ago when two of my girlfriends and I took our first vacation together. We were still in college and we decided to treat ourselves to something really special, so we booked a flight to the French Riviera, decided to spend some good times there until the money lasts. One of my friends, Beth, she even knew a bit of French, so we were okay.
Our hotel was almost on the beach and we spend most of the day on that beach for the first few days. We were having the time of our lives, sunbathing, having fun in the water and going out in the evenings. And then, one day, two guys that we met last night on town approached us and we started talking again. They were these insanely cute local guys, with perfect bodies, charming as hell and did I say they were cute? We were talking for hours on the beach and then we asked them if it’s true that there are beaches for nudists in the area because we heard something about it in the first few days. They said that it was true and that they sometimes go there. And then, for some reason, god knows what it was, we asked them if they could take us. They told us that they would meet us tomorrow on ‘our’ beach with their boat because you couldn’t get there by land.
Tomorrow, the three of us were waiting for the guys, all three still in our bikinis. We weren’t risking it or anything. They picked us up when we agreed and they brought another friend of theirs, equally cute if not even cuter. They were also in shorts. We took a boat ride of perhaps 15 minutes. As it turned out this nudist beach was just around the corner. We couldn’t believe our eyes how beautiful it was. It was a bit secluded, with no more than twenty people there. Just the prettiest little beach you could imagine. As we were getting closer, I saw that everyone on the beach was fully nude. There were a few couples, a few families and so on.
When we got off the boat, the guys stripped immediately like it was nothing. We couldn’t believe it. It was like they didn’t mind at all that they were naked. And to tell you the truth, we didn’t at all. This was enough to rank among our best days ever, cute French guys naked like the day they were born. We, however, were not that ready to get naked at once. My friends took of their tops and after a while, we said what the hell and took it all off. We could see that the guys were trying really hard to stay cool, but you could feel that they got 10 times as interested.
The funny thing is that we kept on talking as if everything was the same as it was on ‘our beach’, but you could feel the sex hanging in the air. No one was talking about it and it made everything even hotter. I could feel the blood inside me boiling and I knew that everyone felt the same way. It was obvious that everyone wanted the same thing, but we all agreed, without saying anything, to keep it bottled inside. At a few moments, I felt like I was going to have the biggest orgasm ever without any touches or anything. It was just incredible. And the feel of the sun and the water on my naked body… When I think about it now I feel all funny, let alone then.
It was the sexiest day I have ever had, and there was no sex involved. Only being at the beach nude can do that.

I have been a shy guy my entire life. I can remember my preschool when I was the shiest kid in the class. It has always been hard for me to make friends and while that was not always the greatest thing ever, I actually think that this was not half bad because it made me better friends with those few people I did become friends with. When it was time for me to start dating, things weren’t doing great. And growing up as a gay kid in 90s Detroit, that wasn’t great either. You might say that the universe conspired against me when it comes to getting dates and finding that someone.
And with college and with a new job and new responsibilities, my love life has been on a backburner in the last ten years or so. No, really. I did not have a single relationship that lasted longer than a month in the last 10 years. That is, until this last year when I met Kyle. Now, for some other people, a sentence like the previous one would be nothing special. But for someone like me, “just meeting” someone is not something that happens more than once in a lifetime.
I was not sure what to think of Kyle at first. He was hot (still is), of that there was no doubt. But he was one of those guys that were never too serious and that never took anything seriously. This is something that you can be okay with when you are 21, 22, but as a guy in his early 30s, I was not looking for something like that. And then, just when I thought that he was a total waste of time, I realized that this was his choice. He was not just “like that”. He liked being free and being spontaneous, but not in that annoying way where he would depend on everyone around him just to get by. He was a great professional and a successful person, dependable to a fault, but always a bit absent-minded and always with that sprinkle of unexpected to him.
We barely kissed twice before he asked me to go to France with him. He had a job to do there and he wanted me to go there with him. We only spoke for about 3 hours all in all before that. I had not seen him naked. We barely kissed. And he was inviting me to go to Europe with him. I decided to be spontaneous for once in my life and I went with him. (In the back of my head thinking that I can always fly back if this turns out to suck.)
He did his thing, his little gig or whatever (he is a photographer) and that was that. In one day. We had an entire two-week vacation in the south of France just for one day of his work. I loved it. I felt so glamorous. And we took things really slowly, we didn’t rush anywhere. For example, this photo that you can see of Kyle all naked in front of a huge cruiser; this was the first time I saw him naked. We saw the people from the cruiser and we overheard them talking and he wanted to screw with them so he got naked as they were checking out this big statue that was behind me as I was taking the photo. He knew they had to see him and he wanted to screw with them. I was also nude as I was taking his photo.
Later that day, we laughed about how we first saw each other naked in that way. We made love later that day. It was incredible. We are still together and we still laugh like crazy when we see this photo.

Duecer, teenage boys get spontaneous erections very often and anywhere they happen to be. Showing up nude in public where there also happens to be warm water, a nice breeze, and naked females romping about is going to make your son’s arousal significantly more likely. I recommend that you refrain from insisting to your wife that erections don’t occur at nudist venues, particularly among teenagers, because that statement is way off the mark.

You commented that you didn’t mention anything to your wife about your son’s erection in the water (“I never told my wife.”) The boy is very likely able to sense your need for secrecy in this matter and that fact alone will make him uneasy about it, or even ashamed.

The next time he gets an erection in your presence, be casual about it. Tell him it’s part of life, there’s nothing wrong with having one, he’s a totally normal boy and there is no need to be embarassed. But do emphasize the need to behave appropriately if (when) it happens around others, by not waving it around like a big flag and to just ignore it if he can’t readily hide it. Not bringing others’ attention to it is the best course of action. If someone does notice, he should stay cool as if nothing is going on.

And as one poster already suggested, make sure your daughter does not make fun of him if (when) she sees him with an erection. Thirteen year old boys can be very sensitive about those comments.

I also advise having a talk with “the wife” and admit the information you gave her is not entirely correct. She will almost surely spot your son with an erection one day at the resort. She needs to know he’s having them, and providing correct information on the topic will lessen her shock and embarassment. If your wife knows how likely and normal erections are for a young teenage boy, she can take it in stride when it does occur and not make your son feel bad about an uncontrollable body function.

How did I come to be a nudist? Well, this is kind of a hard question because I don’t know for sure whether I am a nudist or not. But the fact remains that I am on my way. At least I have made my first, still uncertain, steps. It all started last summer when I first met Andrew. He suggested that we go to a secluded Long Island beach where to meet someone is a very rare opportunity. It was our plan to bring along as many people as possible, but in the end there were only three of us coming: Andrew, me, and my friend Alice.
Alice and I got everything ready for the planned picnic: we bought some food, put on new swimsuits, and took large bedding. Andrew had been already waiting for us at the bus stop. Having been lectured on our tardiness, we got into the bus. There was a long way to go bus and then a few miles to walk, so we started to lose our clothing, piece by piece, while we were still on our way. Andrew took off his T-shirt and used it to cover his head. Alice and I also took off our T-shirts and walked on wearing our skirts and swimsuit tops.
We had been rather tired when we finally got to the public beach. But Andrew did not stop there. Instead he led us on promising to show us some fantastic spot. We were walking along posh villas, the road was dusty and the heat was something devastating. We were dying to dive into cool water and stretch on the bedding! When we had covered another mile we finally took a turn from the main road and walked in a single file along a narrow path that wound its way between bushes and trees. Finally we saw the glade we had been looking for! We disposed of what was left from our clothing and tossed our bags to the ground carelessly and decided to take a plunge into the river. Cool and clean water made us feel alive again. Andrew and I were the first to come out of water.
‘What would you say if I took off my swimming trunks?’ – he asked. Then he continued: ‘I want my suntan to be even’.
I wouldn’t mind him doing so if it was not for Alice being around. I knew she would be scandalized if he were to do this. But I did not object openly to the bloke. He stripped and lay on his stomach, exposing his butt to the sunrays. By the by, the color of his butt did not differ from that of the rest of his body. Terrified by Alice’s would-be reaction, I was waiting for her to approach. Finally I saw her coming out of the water serenely. When she came closer and saw Andrew, she looked like she was stricken by lightning, but she did not say a thing and triying hard to look like nothing had happened, lay down beside us.
So, there we were sunbathing like that: Andrew was nude, while Alice and me had our swimsuits on. When Andrew thought that Alice was no longer embarrassed by his nudity, he took me aside, kissed and said ‘Take off all of your clothes’. Frankly speaking, I had been craving to take my swimsuit off and expose to the sun the paler spots on my body. But in sympathy with Alice I had not done this. But now that we were separated from Alice by a wall of shrubbery, I couldn’t fight the temptation if letting him yank off all the unnecessary pieces of clothing from me. Then we lay on the grass and started playing cards. Andrew called Alice. We did not have to ask her twice, and presently she joined us.
‘Don’t be a coy, go ahead and take your swimsuit off! There is no one around!’ – suggested Andrew, but she only shook her head. I realized that my own nudity was even more confusing for her than Andrew’s, but sweeping away the feeble pangs of my conscience, I remained to be stripped to the bark. After a while we heard the sound of started engine and then an old Buick came into view. There emerged a couple of it – a man and a woman. Having set all of their possessions ready to have a good time, they went straight to the water. They were absolutely nude. Notwithstanding the fact that their bodies were, well, far from being perfect, they were not in the least put out by their nudity and were feeling quite natural. They lay on the beach to sunbathe when they emerged out of the water.
Then it was our turn to bathe. Andrew refused pointblank to put on his swimming trunks. As for me, I put on my swimsuit rather unwillingly, only for the sake of my sympathy towards Alice. I am not sure as for the couple’s reaction towards our emerging from behind the bushes, but Andrew was feeling quite relaxed. He was not even embarrassed by fishermen fishing somewhere at a distance in their boats. When we came out of the water the Buick was already gone and we came back to our old place on the glade. Andrew took off my swimsuit from me without saying anything and wiped me with a bath towel. It was a fantastically blissful sensation to stand amidst flamboyant greenery nude enjoying the life-giving sunrays. And although somewhere deep in my heart I still felt the remains of my shyness, I was very determined to forget about it, not letting it get me down.
Andrew tried to do the same to Alice, to help her to fight her constraint, but she only rushed away in panic from him. After this he let her alone for a while. Then our conversation flowed to discussing the ways of breast enlargement, and Alice started teaching me some daily breast enlargement exercise complex. To demonstrate the work of breast muscles, or maybe because her desire finally conquered her shyness, Alice let her swimsuit slip to her waist, and we started doing the exercises together. Andrew caught us in this very position, kneeling close to each other and doing some intricate exercises. Alice was awfully embarrassed and put the straps of her swimsuit top back on her shoulders.
It was getting late and it was time for us to start packing our things and go back home, but we wanted to take yet another plunge before we leave. Andrew and I decided to do it nude. Holding hands with each other, when the water reached our waists we looked back and to our utter surprise we saw Alice standing by the water… totally nude!
Tired but happy and full of new impressions, we were getting back home. It was our first experience of bathing nude outdoors, an unexpected and enjoyable experience. Now I am anxiously waiting for the summertime to come to continue my acquaintance with nature in its primordial form. Andrew and I plan to go to the seaside. And I know for sure that we won’t need any ‘textile’ pastime by the seaside anymore.

On my 4th day at Wreck beach, arriving there at 10AM,I found a good spot to lay out my towel and soak up some rays, nude of course.

A few hours later I could hear some female conversation near me, so I sat up and grabbed a bottle of water to drink. I said; hello. One of them asked me how often I go to Wreck. I replied that I was from Edmonton and that this was my 4th day here. They were locals from Vancouver and this was their first time at wreck beach. At this stage, they had gotten around to removing their tops.

Then, another one asks me ‘How come none of the guys get Boners?’ To which I responded ‘That hardly ever happens on a nude beach,believe it or not’. I then asked them ‘How do you like this place, so far? The consensus was ‘ We don’t have loud mouth jerks hitting us up every 5 minutes like at the other beaches!’ At this stage, all 3 removed their bottoms. I said ‘Welcome to the Club’.

At this point, I told them that I am going for a dip in the ocean to cool off. When I got back to my towel, one of them remarked that the water must be cold! I am one who is quite large in the flaccid state, but the cold shrivels it up!

We chatted for a while longer, then we went our separate ways due to some younger guys that seemed to be crowding the area that were clothed in board shorts and T-Shirts.(stupid).

Well, this whole story happened last summer, when my friend and I were spending our vacations in Palanga. We met two women from Riga who told us that they had found a nude beach on the coastline. They mentioned that ever since that time they had been sunbathing there, and, according to them, they were enjoying their time greatly. My friend had always been a reckless girl, and so she managed to talk me into trying out this kind of beaching during some hours. The next day we met those two women while having our breakfast and asked them how we could get to that nude beach. Having got all the necessary information we took off and headed straight there.
I should mention that the way to the beach was rather long and tangled, and I fully relied on my friend who seemed to lead the way unhampered in strict accordance to the directions given to us during the breakfast.
If you have ever been to this place you must know that the beach there consists mainly of dunes, that is the coastline is presented by hills and hollows which make this beach a wonderful place for peaceful pastime, far from the eyes of strangers. This made the matters still more complicated for us. Sure enough, we couldn’t have walked around looking behind each dune in search for nudists. But we were lucky. When we reached the place of our destination we saw a girl at some distance coming out of the water totally nude. Being quite sure that we have found the nude beach in question, we positioned ourselves for sunbathing in a sand hollow and got stripped. The weather was anything but hot, and so we had been just playing cards and sunbathed for a while. Finally the moment came when my friend and I started to get curious- after all, that was our debut one a nude beach, and we had managed to see only one nude girl so far! We decided to go bathing, and look for some more nudists. Moreover that we heard some voices not very far from us.
When we showed up from our hideout and started walking in the direction of water which was some 500 feet away. Our neighbors were our first disillusionment. In the nearest hollow we saw a young couple spending their time sunbathing. The guy was wearing his swimming trunks, and the girl was topless. Having decided that it is a small flock that has not a black sheep, we walked on- I am reminding that both of us were nude. You must have guessed by now that on our way towards the water we hadn’t met a single nude person. Instead, our parade created a true commotion. Practically all the male population of the beach decided that this was the right moment to take a refreshing plunge into the water. I made the last few paces with the feeling of losing my consciousness; our defiling was starting to remind a free strip show. The last straw was that when we finally reached the water we saw the girl whom we thought we had seen before bathing nude. She was wearing a swimsuit that was simply the skin color! But this way or that, it was her whom we felt somehow familiar with, so we approached her and asked where the nude beach was. Fortunately, she knew that place and gave us the exact directions. It turned out that we took a wrong turn while looking for the nude beach and rounded right in the place where regular beachers from the nearby hotel were spending time sunbathing. So, this is the story. It is rather embarrassing, but nevertheless, it is amusing.
During that trip we managed to find the nude beach after all; we spent great time there and even got acquainted with some native folks. By the by, those people were quite alright, without any abnormalities or something, as a variant for your vote outlet. I am not saying that after this my experience in nudism I became a true fan of nude beaching, but if there I were to choose between sunbathing wearing a swimsuit or nude, I am most likely to choose the latter.

I thought I would share my newbie first experience, just had it this weekend in fact! I love being nude, and have been interested in trying it in a social setting for some time.
My uncle let me use his place at the Delaware beach over Thanksgiving (freezing cold, but it’s a nice get away, and not crowded this time of year), so me and 3 friends headed down late Thanksgiving night. The next morning the other 3 were up before I was, and they were in the kitchen, making breakfast, having coffee. I sleep nude, and was about to put something on to go down and join them. Then I thought about all the stories I have read on here, about just “going for it” and trying nudism. So I thought, what the heck? They are my guests, they are my friends, why not just go in there as I am? I walked in, and got many gasps and chuckles from my friends. I just told them that I sleep nude, I was about to go take a shower anyway, so why put something on just to then take it right back off? I did add that if they were uncomfortable, I could put something on. All 3 said they didn’t care, but they were still a but taken back. A brief discussion then ensued about sleeping nude, and all 3 admitted that they slept in the nude some times as well. One of my friends even confessed that she and her boyfriend had once gone to a nude beach in the Exubas. That sort of cut the tension, and the consensus was that me being nude was no big deal if that was how I was comfortable. It felt so good to just be there, in a natural state, and to be accepted and not have to worry about covering up.
Later that day (which was yesterday), We decided to get in the hot tub. I said I was going in nude, the others could do as they pleased. My one friend who had been to a nude beach decided she would go in nude as well, the other two wore suits. After about 20 minutes, they each got topless, and about 20 minutes after that, lost the bottoms as well. The whole rest of the evening, we all stayed nude – made dinner, watched some movies, just had fun. It felt so great to just shed the restrictions that clothes give, and just have relax with friends. It made the whole night much more enjoyable for all. I can easily say all 4 of us are hooked.
This morning we had to leave, but we all agreed we were going to get into the nudist lifestyle more. Who knows how this will go (i.e. where we will do it, do we bring in b/f’s, etc.), but I could not be happier!
So that is my story – maybe a little lame for you all, but I was just dying to share it with someone, so I picked all of you people to share with
Peace and Hugs,

My first time story is a little unique, at least in some ways. I am 37, and 7 years ago I was leaving my job, and went to Happy Hour with some co-workers. By the end of the evening, it was down to me, Ron and Shelly, both of whom I worked with.
We were talking about all kinds of things, and somehow it came up that they both sleep nude. They asked if I did, and I said yes I did, even though I did not. I don’t know why I said that – I guess I didn’t want to sound lame. I stayed in touch with both of those two, we were all close friends. 3 years after that, I moved in with my b/f, and I was telling Ron in an e-mail that the bedroom was freezing. He replied back “I guess you can’t sleep nude anymore then”. I had forgotten all about that whole Happy Hour discussion, and I couldn’t believe he remebered! I said something like “Yes, too cold in my new place”, at least know I was being truthful. 2 years ago, I broke up with that b/f, and was very depressed. In an e-mail trying to cheer me up, Ron said (among other things), “Now you can sleep nude again”. Once again, I couldn’t believe he was still talking about it.
I found myself very glad that a male was thinking of my body – not that I had feelings for Ron, nor he for me, it just being alone and sad, it was nice that a male was talking about my body. I really wanted to keep the nude discussions going, so I started making up stories about being nude around my apartment. It was fun to talk about, but oddly, I wasn’t actually doing any of it. Eventually, I did start to sleep nude, and loved the feeling when I woke up, and had sheets touching every part of my body. I got real curious what it would be like to be nude around others.
I found a place that held monthly pool parties in the nude. I was extremely nervous at first, but they assured me that what ever state of dress I felt best with was fine. When I got there, I decided to keep my suit on at first. I chatted with some people, and it felt very comfortable. In some ways, i felt dumb being dressed. Then low and behold who do I see, but my old friend Shelly from that famous Happy Hour. I’ll never forget it, she was totally nude and had a big smile. She looked so beautiful, so happy, so uninhibited – she was everything I was hpoing to be. It was so different seeing someone from my “normal” world nude.
At that point, I was overcome with a desire to show my body, so off went the suit, and I had the best time of my life! Everyone was so open and fun, and I loved the feel of being nude and free. Shelly introduced me to some people she knew, we all had a great time. Since then I have been a regular at those pool parties and other nude events. It gave me the motivation to work out more, and get toned up. I am in the best shape of my life, am closer to Shelly then ever, and even found a great guy. And it was all because I was afraid to say I slept with my clothes on 7 years ago :).

My motives for wanting to hang out with naturists were not entirely pure. If I’m being honest they were not at all pure. I was driven by my hormones. I mean, what guy wouldn’t be? If I’d been acclimatised to seeing nudity from the age 0 upwards it would have been different. I was a late starter so it was going to be hard in the beginning, if you catch my drift.
I’m going to start off by giving some background info to you all. My name is Justin! I live in the midlands (thats a place in the UK) somewhere around the middle. We are a very healthy family compared to everyone else I know. Mum cooks everything from scratch so it never comes out of a packet. She plays tennis two times a week, goes to Yoga every other day, dad and me play football once a week and dad plays squash a lot, Hannah does Judo class every a week, plays netball for the college team and runs every morning, and Lisa goes to Yoga with mum, plays netball and badminton and swims loads. Quite a healthy bunch, don’t you think? I’m 16 years old, Lisa is 12, Hannah is 18 and mum and dad are ancient.
Now for all the nudie stuff. It was mum and dad that started us all off as naturists/nudists/nudies/loonies/whatever. Two summers ago they said about us all going on a nudie holiday. They said it would be OK because we would be going to France. Nobody will know you there so no need to be shy, mum said. Um, nobody apart from all you lot, I replied. I don’t know how they thought being in France would make it easier getting my tackle out in front of them all! Lisa and Hannah were up for it with no worries. That I didn’t expect. It wasn’t like we had ever seen each other’s bodies before and I couldn’t believe they said yes and not make any fuss. Only the summer before Lisa went nuts when she was getting changed on the beach and mum wasn’t keeping her covered well enough with the towel and someone got to see her bum. I think getting my kit off was more worrying to me because my body was not the best in the world. In fact it’s rather crummy. That was something Lisa and Hannah didn’t have any worries about. They don’t have an ounce of fat between them but I have plenty to spare. Mum and dad went on about ‘how much fun it would be’. Hannah was saying ‘it would do us all good’ to be less body conscious. She even admitted to walking around the house starkers when she was alone.
It took about an hour for the penny to drop. There was me, scared about all the girls at the naturist resort looking at my body that I had overlooked an important fact. If they could see my body it meant I could see theirs too! I was 14 at the time and always on the look out for any female flesh to ogle. Dad and me had a talk. He asked if I was maybe worried about getting an erection in public. Um, yeah, something like that. He told me he was worried about that too. Now I didn’t need to know that! Dad’s tackle was the last thing I wanted to think about, especially, you know, like that. I wasn’t looking forward to having to look at it in any shape or form. Dad assured me that erections don’t happen at places like that. I was convinced I’d be the first and make the Guinness book of records or something. There was no way I was going to be surrounded by hundreds of naked women and not get hard!
I told my friends we were going on a nudie holiday. They all staggered about laughing when I told them. I told them I wouldn’t be getting my kit off. That made it all right with them. Once I said that they called me a lucky b****r for getting to see all that free flesh. It took at least 5 seconds for the penny to drop with them. All of them had a thing for Hannah and it came to the attention of one of them she’d be wandering around starkers too. They knew I hadn’t seen her naked before. I had been asked that loads of times before by them. As far as they were concerned getting to see her naked was going to be my biggest treat. I hadn’t thought about either of my sisters like that before. I was interested to see what they looked like with nothing on. Not pervy or anything. You cant help wondering about things like that. They must have been wondering about how I looked down there too.
When we arrived at the nudie resort I couldn’t believe it. I wasn’t expecting to see naked people as soon as we got in the gates. The first women I saw were nothing to look at. It wasn’t like I was expecting. I went with dad to the reception and got our keys. Our apartment was tiny with hardly enough room to swing a kitten. I asked when we should get naked and dad said whenever we liked. Hannah was the first to get hers off almost as soon as dad said it was up to us. She was like ‘oh, any time we like? How about now then?’ and bang, she had unbuttoned her shirt, dropped her skirt, whipped off her knickers and was starkers. Mum and dad went next and I made sure I wasn’t last and get my kit off before Lisa. It ended up like a race. I couldn’t help it and looked at Hannah a lot. Even if she was my sister she had bits that I wanted to look at. When you haven’t seen a girls bits before (like I hadnt) then you can’t help looking.
I stayed in the apartment until they all left. They all went exploring. I wanted to explore on my own. They had a 10 minute head start then I went out. Down at the pool I saw some very cute girls. There was one girl about my age that was amazing looking. Great body and cute face. I sat and watched her playing around in the water with some other girls and they were nice to look at as well. When she came out the water I got a smile from her. She was incredible. I hung around the watching them all mess around together. I was going to enjoy this holiday I thought to myself. That night back at the apartment we had dinner together all in the nude. That was freaky and weird. Afterwards we went for a walk together and that was nice. I was getting used to my nudity already. Back at the apartment we sat around talking. We all talked about how we felt that day. We all said we liked it. It was still strange being all together and starker and stuff. It wasn’t feeling normal yet. It was only one day so was going to be strange feeling. I wasn’t much interested in looking at Hannah’s bits any more so my brain was getting used to all the flesh. We all slept nude and the next morning Hannah, Lisa and me went down to the pool for a swim.
The really cute girl was there again. This time I didn’t stare at her anywhere near as much. I looked because she looked cute but the nudity but wasn’t that exciting to me any more. When you see people nude all the time you get used to it. Even after only a day you get bored with it. When I looked at her now it was like I would any girl with clothes on or a bikini. Hannah got talking to some of the girls and that meant it was easier for me to. We got friendly with some of them and hung out most of the day. I talked a lot with the girl I saw the day before (her name was Erica and was French). She told me all about her family and that she had been a naturist all of her life. Very cool. We hung around together and lot and got to be friends and swapped emails. For the rest of the time there we did mostly the same things. Swimming a lot, eating, playing games on the beach, going to the shops. By the end of the holiday my tan was looking good. When we had to leave I didn’t want to put clothes on again. None of us wanted to. On the way home we were all talking about the holiday saying how great it was. We all said we wouldn’t wear clothes at home as much.
All my mates wanted to hear about the holiday. They thought it was well exciting when I said about all the naked girls I saw and were dead jealous when I told them about playing volleyball and messing around in the pool with them. I wasn’t telling them to get them excited or anything. All I was doing was telling them about the holiday. It was like nothing special by the time I left. Having them ask me all those questions made me see what I was like before the holiday and only wanting to see naked girls. When you see naked girls all day every day it gets boring. It’s way more exciting seeing girls in clothes. What you don’t see gets you more excited. All the time at home now we go naked. I don’t think much of it any more. So what, we’re naked? I think everyone should go on a naturist holiday because you get to find out nudity it’s no big deal. We are only flesh and bones and just because some bits are different shapes it doesn’t mean we should get all worked up over them. Nudity is unsexy almost all of the time and it’s the other things you do (like wearing good clothes) that makes the body sexy. If I can change my thoughts about nudity then anyone can.